文本歌词

Growin Up In The Hood - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted
Wake your punk a** up
The MC Eiht's back in the muthaf**king house
Kicking the straight gansta sh*t for teh 9-1
You know what I'm saying yea
Growing up in the hood yea boy 1984
Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues learn the tricks of the trade
And at home it's the same a** story
Mom's treat me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this sh*t so I bones the hell out
And roll wit the pack of wicked muthaf**kas
No shorts are taken we're down black brothers
A little ni**a wit no problems at all
F**ked up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking
Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping
But watch out 'cause a little ni**a's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nuttin but b**ches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but b**ches and money
I got hard times and realize ?(skate) sometimes I wonder
But it just seems that the hood could took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting
Community trying to shut me out
But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout
Wit the cluckers the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool you be a short muthaf**ka
Always strapping eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take 2 to your jaw
Don't enter my hood homeboy
Not a robocop a robogansta ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nuttin but b**ches and money
Where I'm at if you're soft you're lost
Nuttin but b**ches and money
1987 I'm back on the scene out of jail I'm legit
And I'm f**king up sh*t
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was making snaps
As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin pimp and all these b**ches
Task force trying to roll deep
But I'm playing these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother down goes my mother
As I'm rolling I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk a** sons of b**ches
I found them before I kill 'em I said you f**ked up good
Got ta handle that growin' up in the hood
Yea-a-a-a
A brother's on the run I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the d**e game
But I'm still makin gmy profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So I keep hiding my face
No time to waste they got me on the chase
Now the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk a** fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock
Out the backdoor freeze I heard a shout
Am I sho' yo I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one I'm the victim damn that ain't good
Growin' up in the hood
Where i'm at if you soft you lost
Compton is tha city that i'm claimin city that i'm from take no sh*t from chump compton is tha city that i'm claimin
Where i'm at if you soft you lost
Compton is tha city that i'm claimin city that i'm from take no sh*t from
(till fade)